One Direction Sickfics

Liam sick- for alygleeson_

"Stop looking at me like that Tommo, it's really not that bad," Liam said, rubbing his nose and cursing gross stuffiness of his voice. He sounded horrid.

He could feel Louis' stare on him every time he looked away, burning into the side of his face like a hot poker. He didn't mind that Louis was worried about him but it was just a little cold, there was hardly anything to worry about in the first place.

"You're asthmatic, Liam," Louis dead-panned.

Liam scoffed, "oh right, I forgot."

 "So you're asthmatic and sarcastic then, huh?" 

"Try saying that ten times fast."

 Liam winced when his nose twitched. He raised his hand to his nose for what must've been the hundredth time that day and his body shook a little as he sneezed quietly a few times. He folded the tissue in half.

Louis was watching him again.

"Lou, I'm fine really." 

Liam wiped the tissue over the bottom of his nostrils which were slowly reddening and becoming raw as the day progressed. 

He'd gotten through the interview for the day earlier and now he was past caring about how he looked. There was still gel in his hair so it was sticking up everywhere and he'd changed into a pair of sweats and a jumper the moment they'd gotten back to the hotel in an attempt to get warm after having to go through a solid couple of hours in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. 

The door opened then and Harry and Niall stumbled in. They'd volunteered to go on a pharmacy run despite Liam's protests and they were just getting back now.

"We have returned!"

 Niall pumped a fist in the air triumphantly and Harry tried to kick his shoes off. One flew up and hit the ceiling with a crash, and the other took a few tries. The, he tripped over his own feet and landed flat on his face with a grunt.

Liam chuckled despite how rough he was feeling.

"May I ask why the hell it took you two idiots almost an hour to buy some cold and flu?" Louis asked.

"We walked."

 Harry picked himself up off the floor and dusted off the knees of his jeans.

Liam got up out of his blanket cocoon and took the bag from Niall, who was still laughing to himself. 

 Liam had to admit, it would've been damn good to have on video.

"Sit your sick ass back down, Payne."

 Harry pointed at the couch with a steely look in his eyes. However, it was difficult to take him seriously after watching him make a fool of himself just minutes earlier.

"I'm not completely incapable, Harry." 

Liam rolled his watery eyes and dug the box of cold and flu out of the bottom of the bag. There were a few other bits and bobs in there, a thermometer, cough medicine, throat lollies. Niall and Harry had really gone all out.

"I know that, but-"

"Shut up, and thank you. For all this."

 Liam glanced at him, nodded gratefully, and popped a few of the tablets out. He reached over to turn the tap on and his head spun a little but thankfully it evened out before he passed out or something and scared the living shit out of the lads.

Liam filled up his glass and swallowed the tablets. His throat was feeling a little dodgy and the water felt sharper than usual but he managed. 

He sneezed again but this time he didn't have enough time to cover it and it flew out really loudly, surprising even Liam. It hurt too.